10/9/12

\#1

Absent-minded  
With silver lining  
Still I'm pining  
Self-confiding

\#2

Bablyon reborn  
Angels, demons, both are scorned  
Fallen from on high  
Cast down from the sky

\#3

Careful crossings in the sand  
A cold blowing breeze grazes my hand  
As I turn it, examining the cuts  
And scrapes  
With the bandages clinging to each  
Like tape.  
What things they've seen  
Not willing nor wanting  
What have I done  
These scenes still haunt me  
Cripple me  
Rippling  
Memories  
Seizing my heart  
Destroying my art  
With buckling knees

\#4

Glory to the golden sun  
Watching, waiting, crafty fun  
Still, yet moving  
Bright, yet soothing  
Burn forever  
In my eyes

\#5

Nobody hears me  
Nobody knows me  
The battle brought to thee  
Destroyer of the mind  
Weapons so soothing  
Creation still fresh  
At last she moves me  
Devouring my flesh

\#6

Triumphant aerial  
Grace and fury  
Spinning, shifting,  
Conscious buried  
Travel in spaces  
In between  
These eyes of mine  
And the welcoming sea  
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